No good: I've known too many Spaniards.
Mar. 23rd, 2005 10:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7*schmeck schmeck* Ugh, I have almost no sense of taste whatsoever. I also can't smell anything. This is mostly bad because it means I'm never hungry, because I derive almost no pleasure from eating, because I can't taste anything. Which means I don't want to eat, which means I get dizzy because I haven't eaten, which meant that at one point today I was sitting on the kitchen floor too dizzy and disoriented to find the can opener, and so I had to bug Dave to make me canned soup because it was, quite obviously, beyond me.
A pain. (But no, I am not losing any weight from this. Grr.)
I would make an entirely inappropriate comment about one kind of unexpected and pleasant side effect of having no sense of taste or smell but those of you who aren't Dave would be pretty grossed out, and those of you who are Dave already know all about it, so I won't.
Spaniards: They don't tip. One attempted to screw around with me today-- I know he was speaking gibberish because his wife was annoyed with him and I could understand her answers to him, which were mostly "stop that" when he spoke very rapidly and incoherently at me in Spanish. (He was videotaping me at the time.) But he made the mistake of pronouncing 'tarjeta de credito' relatively clearly, and I answered him with perfect clarity, "Si, aceptamos las tarjetas de credito sin problema, gracias," and smiled at the camera as I took his credit card to swipe it. He didn't leave a tip.
But Spaniards never do.
We had about 50 of them come in and entirely fill the dining room, and the bartender and I (I was cocktailing) had to run our little asses off getting them food and drink, and consistently exchanging rueful looks: we knew they wouldn't tip. The $40 table for whom I spent 20 minutes deciphering their desires: not even a penny. It was annoying.
So, yes, Spaniards are far, far worse than Canadians, because they are rude and messy and don't even let you keep the change. They are also extremely fond of clogging all aisles and corridors. One man, I had to forcibly move aside seven times as I went to bring food or drinks and he consistently ignored my pleas to move in every language I could think of.
So I made pretty shitty money today given how hard I worked, but oh well.
I came home and among the usual junk and spam in my inbox, there was a notification from HASA that Cool Waters (the death of Ecthelion fic) was accepted, which was nice. I went and read the reviews and it was accepted unanimously, with the only even remotely negative comment being someone saying that the body of it seemed clipped. I'll take that to mean they wanted it to be longer, because I am a smug bastard. :)
So I am smug about that, which is good, as I needed to be smug about something. :D I'll post a link to CW when it's officially published on HASA, and then I'll be done pimping it I swear.
A pain. (But no, I am not losing any weight from this. Grr.)
I would make an entirely inappropriate comment about one kind of unexpected and pleasant side effect of having no sense of taste or smell but those of you who aren't Dave would be pretty grossed out, and those of you who are Dave already know all about it, so I won't.
Spaniards: They don't tip. One attempted to screw around with me today-- I know he was speaking gibberish because his wife was annoyed with him and I could understand her answers to him, which were mostly "stop that" when he spoke very rapidly and incoherently at me in Spanish. (He was videotaping me at the time.) But he made the mistake of pronouncing 'tarjeta de credito' relatively clearly, and I answered him with perfect clarity, "Si, aceptamos las tarjetas de credito sin problema, gracias," and smiled at the camera as I took his credit card to swipe it. He didn't leave a tip.
But Spaniards never do.
We had about 50 of them come in and entirely fill the dining room, and the bartender and I (I was cocktailing) had to run our little asses off getting them food and drink, and consistently exchanging rueful looks: we knew they wouldn't tip. The $40 table for whom I spent 20 minutes deciphering their desires: not even a penny. It was annoying.
So, yes, Spaniards are far, far worse than Canadians, because they are rude and messy and don't even let you keep the change. They are also extremely fond of clogging all aisles and corridors. One man, I had to forcibly move aside seven times as I went to bring food or drinks and he consistently ignored my pleas to move in every language I could think of.
So I made pretty shitty money today given how hard I worked, but oh well.
I came home and among the usual junk and spam in my inbox, there was a notification from HASA that Cool Waters (the death of Ecthelion fic) was accepted, which was nice. I went and read the reviews and it was accepted unanimously, with the only even remotely negative comment being someone saying that the body of it seemed clipped. I'll take that to mean they wanted it to be longer, because I am a smug bastard. :)
So I am smug about that, which is good, as I needed to be smug about something. :D I'll post a link to CW when it's officially published on HASA, and then I'll be done pimping it I swear.
